1 Chapter 1 The dreamer of Moore Aisle (2/2)
Its legs began to become larger and more muscular, and its speed far exceeded that of a cheetah. It flew towards Chantelle and gouged its fangs into her gut, tearing open her stomache. She let out a scream as the wolf feasted on her intestines, catching Raggard off guard. He looked over to see the horrifying scene and before he knew it, the wolf he was paying attention to had knocked him to the ground and began clawing at his eye.
He stabbed the wolf in the head and pieces of its brain flew onto his face. He spit them away and got up to help his comrade, only to see that the wolf was feasting on her corpse, and that she had already been mortified beyond recognition. He looked over to his other comrades, to see Leonards face mutilated as well, and the chest of Artus had been ripped in two, his bones crushed and lungs ripped open.
Three dead wolves lay next to them, and Raggard let out a scream of rage. The lone remaining wolf, injured, noticed him and began to limp away.
Raggard would not allow this to happen. He ran over to the live wolf and began to violently stab its body, over and over to the point where it could no longer move. The wolf twitched while Raggard stabbed it until it ceased all movement.
Raggard bent down, sheathed his sword, iron drenched in a bloody mess, and pounded the ground. Tears flowed endlessly as he screamed for his companions, and he knew this was the end. ”Are there any more of ya!? Eh!?” he vented. ”Finish me off wont ya! You took everyone else, why am I the only one who doesnt get to die!?”
Raggard snapped back to reality, in the pub. The doors squealed and a youth came through, with messy hair and rags for clothes. He had a white rope wrapped around his waist and a fancy black dagger tied to it. He wore a green beanie that made his yellow hair stick out from underneath, and his eyes were wide.
He held a cheeky smile and gained the attention of all the customers as he carelessly stomped around the bar. ”Ragggggard! Where ya at old pal? Im ready to go take on the surface!”
The pub went silent, and everyone began to whisper. A large man with a buzzcut walked up to the kid and cut him off.
”Oi kid. This bar aint the place for you. And nor is the surface. Even right close to the cities are the wild animals that can use buffing skills to enhance themselves, but if you try and really go out there youre gonna encounter worse monsters than you can imagine. And even if you manage to get past them, the surface guild is gonna be out to get anyone who tries to take over their land. They got magicians who have bathed in radiation all their lives and are more powerful than any of us underground dwellers can imagine, and they dont take friendly to anyone who they consider weak. If it werent for them we woulda already tried to take back the surface from the monsters, but theyve destroyed anyone who tries to make an outside civilization, no matter how strong they are. You think you can deal with that? Lemme answer for you. No. You cant. Now you better run back to mommy before I beat you out of here.”
The kid made a wierded out expression and stated ”Ch! Youre no fun. Imma go out there to join them, and soon enough Ill lead them into taking back the surface for all of mankind. Just watch me old man!”
The man raged with anger at these words, as the surface guild was a gang of overpowered murderers who did as they pleased, and this kid was saying he was going to lead them.
”You think youre tough stuff eh? Lemme teach you a little lesson then so you know your place in the world”. He pulled back his fist and swung hard at the face of the young man.
His fist was met with the finger of the young man, which was held up, and in front of it was a thin glass looking barrier. ”Ah ah. Look what youve done old man. You tried attacking me and even made me waste some of my mana on you. Looks like youre gonna have to pay me back for that one”
The man jumped back in surprise. Rarely anyone in the underground could use magic, but to have deflected a full punch with a thin barrier, only by lifting a finger was only something the kings knights would be capable of.
”W-who are you? How did you obtain such skills? Are you a mage specialized in defense!?” The man exclaimed.
”Wrong! The names Dubiliaris. Call me Dubs! Nice to meet you! Now, its time to get that payback...”
Dubs held out his hand and pulled it back as if stringing a bow. A blaze of flames formed the shape of an arrow and he let go, and the arrow flew off towards the man. Dubs snapped his fingers and an explosion occured near the man, causing him to fly backwards, straight into Raggard, who caught him.
”Alright alright kiddo, we get it, youre a genius. Now, lets get going. We got work to do.”